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By Ali Date: 2007 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.02.23.37.11155]] |
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I miss you as the rain falls. I hear it, tonight, raging outside my window--distinctly near. It came on suddenly, no hint of a warning, and it's relentless. I suppose I can relate. I suppose a lot of things, don't I? Right now, I don't know where this will end up. I know how I feel. And how I don't feel. And I know exactly, to the very letter, what I want. And I'd walk across the (figurative) ocean, if I knew it would matter. But I always talk of this, don't I? Fire and water. Strange, because what I am, most, is Air. But you won't understand that, now. Perhaps someday. Perhaps someday I can help you understand it. It comes in fits and starts, now. The downpour. The sound without a picture--it's too dark, now, to see anything real. But there are other things, aside from sight. I could list them. I could say a lot of things. I'm perfectly capable of making this an inelegant, and unrestrained, foray revolving around breathless sex. And it would be delightful. I'd do it with a smile. But it would ring false, beyond those fingertip-moments. Beyond those hours of hotel sheets, interlocking angles, and charming...conversation. If I turn on the light, I know that I'd see fog, tonight. The air is cold and the ground is warm; there's a constant contradicting tension. I'm full of shifting clarity, a vacillating pulse of reason and emotion. Uncertain. Certain. I'm oddly still, even the midst of this brilliant storm. The lightening flashes, and the night smiles wickedly at the meaning of absence. It's all about risk and chance--nature and resounding curiosity. I miss you as the rain falls, and I wonder--are you missing me? |